Warnings: incest (if you count Mariku/Yami Marik and Isis related to each others), strong sexual content, later on rape… And that's pretty much it.

Usually I try to avoid incest pairings but… For this one I don't know. I just seem to have small sweat dark and twisted spot in my heart.

This fic is actually based on dream I had. Dream was much less graphical and missed lot of happenings but mainly this is what I saw.

Reading: I tried to change pows during the fic and you notice it by text style changing.


I open my eyes.

My whole world is pain and turmoil. No caring about anything, and hating everything. Except her.

I barely exist. I was created by someone's mind and even in my own body people doubt if I'm a person after all. I'm not him, I'm me. And she's one of the only ones who see the difference.

Is she afraid of me? I don't know. Either she fears me or is disgusted by me, it doesn't matter. I want her. I love her. That makes me laugh. Can I even feel love? I just want her. Every spot in my body is craving for her. And I know that without her knowing it yet she wants me too. Cause I'm me, not him, not her brother.

Even now I'm looking at her. When she's walking around, doing nothing important. Occasionally she picks a book, flips through the pages and puts it back to the shell. I love how she pouts annoyed when she doesn't find what she's looking for. I love those lips. Those full juicy lips… That match perfectly to her face, that fine face. And that body. That curvy figure I can barely get my eyes of. Those raven black hair falling down her back making her tanned skin look even more flawless.

Now she turns to look at me. Furrowing her eyebrows frustrated and opening her mouth: "Mariku, if you're not going to help could you at least stop staring".

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For a moment Isis looked at the teenager who seemed like he just woke up from a sleep. Sighed and left the room.

"So, are you sure you will be ok?" Malik asked for at least tenth time before leaving. He stood there with bag full of luggage on his shoulder, and Rishid with at least four bags behind him. Both eyeing her worried.

"I will be fine" Isis repeated smiling, hoping that they would soon believe cause she wasn't going to say it for eleventh time.

"But are you…" Malik started stubbornly. "Yes! Just leave already" Isis sighed half laughing.

"Malik" Rishid landed his huge calming hand on younger one's shoulder: "I think she knows if she's going to be fine or not".

Malik looked at his stepbrother furrowing his eyebrows unpleased: "But…". "She will be fine" Rishid repeated. Malik opened his mouth to disagree but for once decided to believe the tall man behind him. He had all his luggage after all, with bad luck he'd had to carry them himself. So in stead the teenager turned back to his sister.

"Malik…" Isis smiled as calmingly as usual: "I will miss you two too, but it's ok. You will be back soon".

"I know" Malik answered: "But it's not so much that I'll miss you. Just will you be… I mean how will you handle…" but words seemed to dry in his mouth and his eyes slowly turned to floor and he kicked it: "…him?".

All three immediately become more quiet, like someone had just said a bad swear.

Obviously they didn't want to leave their sister alone with Mariku but there was no other choice. The trip was settled long time ago and Malik or Rishid couldn't cancel it. Taking Mariku with them wasn't even an option. Isis wasn't able to go cause she had a job which she already had to hang onto with nails and teeth, and even without the job… well leaving Mariku without watching wasn't the most flattering idea.

"I will be fine" Isis said: "He has been acting surprisingly well ever since he came back".

"Yea. He could still return once he tells us how he did that" Malik narrowed his eyes. His siblings decided to stay quiet, if Malik wanted to believe that his soul half was lying of not knowing how he came back they didn't bother to argue. Especially Isis who actually believed Mariku unlike her brothers.

"But we really need to be going now. Otherwise we will miss the flight" Rishid said breaking the short uncomfortable silence.

"True, you must" Isis smiled and hugged the two for last time: "Have a safe trip".

"You be safe too. Promise to call" Malik said letting go of her sister. "None of us ever calls" Isis snorted amused. "So at least we know it's serious when you finally do" Malik brought small smirk to his face. And stepped out.

There where one final goodbyes, and then the door closed leaving the woman alone in the hall.

"Did they go yet?" asked grinning man behind her, making her jump slightly.

I listen behind the half closed door and roll my eyes bored. Those idiots could just go already… I don't need them, and once they're gone I get to be alone with her. I hear how my former host lowers his voice when speaking of me. Makes me chuckle. And annoyed. It's not like I'd want to be here stuck with them -even if it definitely beats being death- and I definitely didn't come back on purpose. Finally! The door closes as the king of idiots and his sidekick leave for their plane.

"Did they go yet?" I smile to her. She jumps. It was cute. I chuckle again.

"Yes" Isis replies to me quickly before leaving with excuse that she has to work. I stay at the empty hall and raise an eyebrow amused. Scared, are we now…?

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Mariku sat on his bed unpleased. Whole day had gone by and Isis had just sat in her room working without paying him any attention. He had got his hopes up for dinner but she had already eaten when he dragged himself to the kitchen.

It was almost like she didn't want to spend time with him, Mariku couldn't understand that.

Now it was already too late. Night time already. Isis was probably a sleep. Laying in her bed just few rooms away… If there only would be a way to reach her when he wasn't allowed there…

Mariku quickly got up when an idea struck him. Some searching happened and soon the rod was found.

Mariku looked at the shining golden object in his hand smirking. And everyone thought the items where gone… Blond boy chuckled and lied down on the bed. The rod hadn't never been used for this, but he knew it could be done.

Mariku closed his eyes, relaxed, opened his zipper and concentrated….

Peaceful dreams were suddenly blurred.

Isis rolled restlessly around in her bed. Her breathing fastened, skin got more tense.

In her dream she felt a touch. It was all over her, so warm… Isis moaned quietly and rolled around wrapping herself around the blanket.

Mariku groaned in pleasure. It felt just like she was there in her reach. He hold on the rod tightened, and he let his other hand free on his body.

The touch was moving. It was on her chest, moving around her hardened nipples. She spread her legs like someone pushed them apart. Touch played on her stomach and raised back to her breasts, even up to her lips. Bite on her lower lip made Isis twitch and roll to her belly. The touch still didn't stop, she didn't know did she even want it to.

Mariku moaned loudly, she wanted him. Her wriggling body prayed for him. He let his touch wonder on the back of her hips and behind, while thrusting himself harder in his hand.

Isis moaned again this time louder. It was chaotic, as if she was in sleep and awake at the same time. She rolled, her body was rolled, back on her back again and the touch worked it's way down. Till it reached it's destination between her open legs.

Mariku gasped and fastened his movement. He wanted her so bad. He wanted inside her, he needed it but he couldn't yet. Least he could do was to give her as much pleasure as he received.

Isis flashed eyes open. She gasped and couldn't help moan escaping from her lips. What was this? Was she dreaming? She had never felt this, she was definitely alone. Her eyes closed when something kept touching her. Touch down there.

Her legs were ashamedly spread open and she was shivering and sweaty. And the touch. Isis moaned again louder. She was hard, she needed it. It was like someone was licking her, someone's tongue playing on her body and everywhere in her inner tights. She couldn't take it much longer, she could do nothing else but to throw herself around on the bed, pulling a pillow into a crushing hug but the touch didn't leave. It was on every inch of her body.

Rhythm and the touch was heavenly for him. Moaning Mariku kept on the movements. He new he was coming to his limits. Before he reached his climax he wanted more. He made the touch on her body stronger, almost painful, he heard her moans in his head. It was too much, he came. It took a moment of heavy breathing before he finally let go of the rod and his rod.

Mariku dropped the golden stick on the floor and grinned tiredly. This was fine for now. At least for now…

Isis laid in her bed. Without moving, her eyes were closed. It was all blank again.